After landing in the underworld, everyone watched the live broadcast in the underworld

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  Yuan Xi walked with him along the path, and the wind blew gusts along the way.

You can still vaguely hear ghosts crying and howling at the foot of the mountain, but it is no longer the sorrow that all ghosts cried together before. Most of them are filled with joy. After practicing for so long, Yuan Xi's senselessness has become different from that of ordinary ghosts. The laughter of the ghosts reached his ears accurately.

A smile slowly appeared on Yuan Xi's lips.

She raised her head and looked at Ting Yan.

Time gradually passed, and Yuan Xi heard the countdown sound coming from Poqianshan Square.

The ghosts count down together with the host's voice.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Yuan Xi was involuntarily infected.

She remembered that in the past, in the earthly world, the countdown bell would ring on TV as it approached twelve o'clock. At that time, she was alone, but now she was not alone.

She also chanted silently.

She didn't notice that Ting Yan had fallen behind.

"Three, two, one—"

At the same time, there was a crisp sound, and countless fireworks took off into the sky, blooming in the dark sky. Fireworks appeared in various shapes, and the fireworks were as gorgeous as a rainbow, forming a huge and beautiful dream above the head.

The fireworks are breathtakingly beautiful, with various colors intertwined and bizarre. Under the grand fireworks, the New Year's Eve is so refreshing that it feels like being in a dream that you don't want to wake up from.

The fireworks were in full bloom for half an hour, and the New Year's Eve seemed to be aware of it. When the fireworks feast that finally occupied half of the sky burst into bloom, he turned around and looked back.

Ting Yan stood behind her, his eyes locked on her, as if she was more dazzling than fireworks.

His eyes were as gentle as water, as if something was slowly melting.

Further back, the six ghosts Yu Lei, Shen Tu, and Zhou Qi looked at the fireworks blooming in the sky, and suddenly looked over here, their eyes intertwined.

Yuan Xi's nose felt sore and she could hardly hold back her tears.

"Happy New Year."

Ting Yan held her hand and said softly.

"I have only seen this kind of beauty in the human world to drag someone's blessings," Shen Tu joked.

Yuan Xi felt warm in her heart. She was alone during her lifetime, but after her death, she had the most precious group of friends. Although they seemed to have no routine and were just playing around every day, these ghosts were like the melted snow in early spring. ,Touching.

No one spoke after that, not wanting to disturb this rare atmosphere. Yuan Xi raised her head and quietly watched the fireworks take off. Different from other fireworks, this one was white, and silver bloomed in the dark sky.

She was about to turn around and wanted to ask Ting Yan if he wanted to make a wish.

Suddenly, she felt the hand she was holding loosen suddenly. She looked back with numbness, and beside her, Ting Yan's tall figure fell to the ground.

"Ting Yan——"

Shen Tu was the first to rush forward, "Your Majesty——"

On the ground, Ting Yan's eyes were closed tightly, as if an ordinary mortal was asleep, his breathing was steady, his chest was rising and falling slightly, but no matter how others shouted, he did not open his eyes.

He fell into a blaze of brilliant fireworks. At the same time, strands of Yin Qi escaped from his body, and most of it surrounded Yuan Xi, surrounding her like suspended threads.

Yuan Xi suddenly understood something.

She suddenly tightened her grip on Ting Yan's hand.

The pure Yin Qi desperately fed back in the direction of Ting Yan, but in the end it was all in vain. Ting Yan's body was like a funnel, and the Yin Qi released by Yuan Xi circulated around and returned to her body again.

"Your Majesty..." Shen Tu's eyes were red. Ever since the day Emperor Fengdu woke up, they had been told that there would be a certain death disaster in the underworld, but no one expected that this day would come so quickly. All of them were unexpected. And, obviously just now, he had processed some documents and prepared a New Year's surprise for New Year's Eve, but the next second, he fell asleep.

And, according to that prophecy, he would never wake up, fell into a complete sleep, and died unknowingly in his sleep...

Yuan Xi narrowed her eyes.

Yuan Xi's eyes were red, her reason was hanging by a thread, and her thoughts seemed to be held by a big hand. She didn't want to believe it, but Shen Tu and the others just patted her hands to stop her from continuing to inject Yin Qi into Ting Yan in vain.

Hell, the end is coming.

There is no way to escape the fate of the disappearance of the gods. The underworld will also collapse with the decrease of faith in the world. The underworld is about to disappear, and the first one to bear the brunt is the last god in the world, Emperor Fengdu, who has fallen into a permanent sleep.

The day came so quickly, he didn't even have time to stare at the completion of the transformation of the underworld.

After his death, all of Ting Yan's yin energy was given to Yuan Xi.

This means that she has become the nominal and de facto supreme leader of the underworld.

Above all ghosts.

Yuan Xi's expression was numb, as if all her emotions had disappeared as Ting Yan fell asleep.

The underworld informed the ghosts shortly after the New Year that Emperor Fengdu fell into a deep sleep again and was in seclusion. The ghosts did not raise any suspicion about this matter. The underworld was already a mature underworld. Even if Emperor Fengdu had been in seclusion for thousands of years, he would still be dead. To be able to maintain it, the only difference between this time and last time is that the person who temporarily takes the throne is the reform official Yuan Xi.

The ghosts in the underworld accepted this matter well. After all, she had already managed the underworld before Emperor Fengdu fell into sleep. It can only be said that the underworld after Emperor Fengdu fell into sleep was no different from before.

Only a few people on Yuan Xi knew the inside story, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

In the past few days, the mood on New Year's Eve has been low, even more serious than before the New Year.

The ghosts in the underworld understood again. They could also see the secretive and intimate relationship between Yuan Xi and Emperor Fengdu, so they all thought that Yuan Xi was unhappy and depressed because Emperor Fengdu was in seclusion.

No one dares to touch her bad luck. Everyone has seen Yuan Xi's thunderous methods and expressed that they don't want to see her again.

Yuan Xi was more serious than before. She didn't say a word for almost the whole day. She was either dealing with paperwork from the underworld or looking for a way to turn the situation around.

Shen Tu and others persuaded her to let go. The underworld collapsed and the gods fell. These were destiny and could not be changed by human beings.

It's not something that an ordinary mortal can change on New Year's Eve.

What's more, as Emperor Fengdu fell into a deep sleep, they all knew that the ghosts in the underworld, and even demigods like them, would eventually take that path, so why waste their minds thinking about those things? Anyway, they ended up arriving at the same destination through different paths.

The ghosts were almost lying flat.

The netizens in Yangjian basically guessed everything. At the moment when Ting Yan fell to the ground, tens of millions of netizens witnessed with their own eyes that Yuanxi's loss of control that day was not a fake, and they also heard clearly what was said in the underworld later.

Ting Yan was destined to disappear, and this disappearance had already begun as early as the first time they saw him in the live broadcast on Yuanxi. It was difficult to recover, and they could not help except sadness.